You feel the air blowing inside your chest
Your mind turns into a wormy nest
Aching sounds deafening the two ears
And the mouth tastes the liver too near
Explaining is something so unpleasant
I abscond from the eyes of reason
I'm here and my body feels the quiver
There's no control
I don't wanna hide, I'm in fever
My nerves are boiling on whispers
Please, mute the whisperers!
I look for clearance
Always in the eyes of reason
But it's not in my hands,
It is the way I respond
But these piercing eyes,
All they see are made up lies
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Poetry"....In this flitting moment, I would stop sounding poetic and just spit the raw words I've been coating with the finest leather. But I believe you'd find me even sadder...." So I invite you into this path of thornes and petals. Please, enjoy but d...
